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EPILOGUE
CAMBRIA (TWO YEARS LATER)
After what feels like hours, I’m finally able to put our son down to sleep. Marcus looks just like his father in the most distinct ways, even giving me some of the same facial expressions that Abram does.
The rest of my pregnancy went smoothly with Abram at my side for every single doctor’s appointment. He never left my side unless he absolutely had to, and even in those instances, he would text me every hour to make sure I was feeling okay.
It took me a long time to truly trust Abram as the father of my child. I had learned too many times that many people aren’t who they say they are, and I had so much fear in me that Abram was no different. After all, he had spent so much of his life guarding himself against women, against the love and affection that they wanted to give to him. So why would I be any different?
Once he had shown me how dedicated he was to caring for me and our baby, I was able to fully take on the role of being his forever. He was so patient with me while I was figuring stuff out, making sure that I was always comfortable and never pressuring me to do anything I didn’t want to do.
Even after I was fully healed from my head injury, Abram didn’t want me to return to work at the club. He moved me into his house in downtown Chicago, fully supporting me and encouraging me to just relax and take care of myself while I was pregnant.
Throughout the pregnancy, I grew extremely self-conscious of my body, believing that Abram would see me changing and become disgusted by me. Cole had always talked about how much he hated pregnant women, how misshapen and alien their bodies looked to him.
When Abram found me crying one day, standing naked in front of a full-length mirror with my belly sticking out, he didn’t say a word. All he did was hold me from behind, kissing my neck and cradling my belly as he stroked it sweetly.
“You know you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, right?” he whispered into my ear, nibbling on it a little bit and sending chills up my back.
“I feel so fucking gross right now. I can’t even see my own feet,” I whined, turning my body to the side to see just how pregnant I looked. With my formerly slim frame trying to support a baby, I looked like an apple on a stick. The mental visual made me burst into tears.
“You’re the mother of my child. That makes you the most incredible woman I’ve ever met. It’s an honor for me that you’ve chosen that role. Do you understand?” he replied, turning my head towards him and kissing me three times on the lips, then twice on my cheek and forehead.
The tears kept flowing. “You promise you’re still attracted to me?”
“Of course I am. I love you more than anything in the entire universe. I could never not be attracted to you,” he said sweetly as he kissed my neck.
Now, as I watch our baby sleep, I’m overwhelmed with the weight of joy and grief as I remember his namesake – my brother. Even though my son will never meet Marcus, I’ll make sure that he knows who he was. I’ll tell him so many stories and show him every photo that I have. He’s going to know who inspired his name.
I receive a text from Abram. “Hey, my meeting is wrapping up if you want to come join me.”
I quietly exit Marcus’s room, looking at him one last time as I discreetly latch the door closed. Abram’s office is only a few doors down from our son’s room, so I make my way over as I hear the voices behind the door beginning to disperse.
After knocking twice, Abram invites me in.
“Nate, this is my wife, Cambria. I’ve been meaning for you to meet her, but she’s been busy all night with our son. Cam, come say hi,” he says as he waves me in.
Even though I know I look like a wreck, I step inside to see my husband’s face glowing as he looks at me. That adoring gaze has never diminished or left his eyes, and it’s one of the reasons I get out of bed every morning. I’ve never known such a pure love in my life. It’s like he was saving all of that warmth for me.
“Hi Cambria, I’ve heard a lot about you. Abram never stops talking about you,” Nate says as he gets up out of his chair and collects his papers.
“Really?” I ask, looking at Abram as my face lights up.
They both nod.
Nate leaves shortly after, and Abram pulls me into his lap. “You know I’ve been waiting all day for this, right?” he whispers as he strokes my inner thigh.
He still gives me the same tingle in my panties that he always did, even just from one touch. The sensation travels up my leg and spreads through my clit.
I open my legs a little to give him more space to touch me. “Oh yeah? Maybe I was waiting for this all day too.”
When he reaches further up into my dress, he can feel how wet my underwear is already. “Damn, you really missed me that much? So impatient,” he teases.
I blush a little. “Maybe I just really, really like you.”
He moves my panties to the side a bit, sliding two fingers inside of me.
I open my legs even wider, silently begging him to do more, to feel more. We’ve both been so busy that we haven’t had sex often lately, even though both of us want it all the time. It’s a hunger I never knew could be so strong for one person.
